Those who knew him personally understood Colter Wayne was a funny man; though he’d inherited a slight mean streak, supposedly from his Cherokee grandma - Eatsie. As a boy he used to hold my father Hoarse, younger by three years, in a head lock, forcing him down so that the family’s two big German Shepherds could lick his face after eating the kitty litter tossed out back. By high school, though, Colter had advanced himself towards more lucrative means. As I mentioned with regards to Mrs. Sneed, Colter Wayne was always a bit of a ladies man; so it surprised no one when he took a job working as the bouncer at a strip joint outside of town, nicknamed the Beaver Hole. The owner at the time was an ornery little man referred to by most as Ol’Brown.